I have two pieces for you. One for the thoughtful: this needs to be played, and played, and played again and again ... in every school, every hospital, every place. EVER. Science and reason are not the enemies of belief or fact. Science and reason ... complement our beliefs. The sooner we all realize that, the better off we'll all be. And -- and maybe I'm just yelling into the void, maybe I'm just trying to make myself feel better by repeating this, but hey. Whatever works in making sense of a nonsensical world. Enjoy! ========= But hey, if you're just looking for a good excuse to combine Mongolian folk music with hard rock ... this is impressive. It's best to turn on the captions for this, but absolutely worth it. A minute of listening to this, and I feel like getting on a horse, grabbing my composite bow, and invading the next town over. For the Khan! (By the way, those extremely low notes you're hearing are produced by throat singing, a technique to manipulate your vocal cords to create sound. It is famous within the Asiatic and Inuit cultures. People in these cultures have practiced and performed the technique for thousands of years as part of a tradition. If you're curious, look it up).
This is a beautiful song about Christmas time in Australia and celebrating it with family ... except, as it happens, you're far from home. But you're looking forward to the next time you come home. It's somber, and "hits you in the feels", but it's so beautiful, I can't help choking up. 'Scuse me while I reach for the tissues. Since Australia is in the southern hemisphere, Christmas here is in the summer, 'cos we're upside-downy folks). One of the lyrics mentions "socks, jocks and chocolates" as possible Christmas gifts. "Jocks" is a euphemism for underpants here and in the rest of the British Commonwealth, but I'm not sure if that's also the case in America. Anyway, none of this changes the song, which is a beautiful song about ... family, and missing them when you're far away, and loving them so so much when you meet them again, and raising kids and loving them too and ... Gosh, 'scuse me, I think there's some dirt in my eye; but that's OK, in a nice way, 'cos I'm allowed to cry or at least shed a tear, 'cos we're all grown-ups here and if that didn't please you, then 'lend me your ear' and perhaps I will write a Shakespearean sonnet or maybe I'll eat a ham roll, with cheese on it. So thank you for reading my spontaneous nonsense rhyme, and I hope you didn't think 'twas a waste of time.
I've been having some deep issues with religion lately. Somehow the first part of Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody (the video version) has awakened itself from the recesses of my mind in response. Before I know it I'm humming it, and it seems to be a backing track while doing my everyday things. Then I started to listen to the song on repeat, and I'm not too proud to admit that I cried quite a lot. And its not like i have never heard it before, which is strange. Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see I think with these religion issues, its the "look up to the skies and see" part that gets me. I look up to the sky but can't see. Maybe somehow my eyes are just closed, and all this is my subconscious trying to tell me something. Isn't art wonderful...
